Autumnal Oracle

 

Eating soft candies,

Scary pre-season

 

These are, well, all

On sale too early

 

Shapes of ghosts

And bats, since

Hallowe’en creeps

In from weeks

Ahead

 

I want rehearsal

 

Practice of time,

A witch-spell nearly

Ready to be cast

 

Haunting for a

Fool, the wise

Child’s knowing

Fear for shapes

 

Of story’s eyes in

Spectral-black

Branches made of

Arms of spikes

 

That reach down

Toward me

 

I treat myself to

A bargain invocation,

Reviving the thrill

 

Of a house of wraiths

Night-dark on

A bright horizon

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